I am not stationery, I don't have patience, I am like the wind.I don't like to settle. I blow, I fly free, breathe life to your lungs, spark little joy but I don't stay. I rome aimlessly, I am on a mission to nowhere. I carry with me the fragrance of future, regrets of past and ohh these lovely presents. I will cleanse your aura, refill you with vitality and leave. When I'll be gone don't miss me. Wait for me in the summer when it's about to dusk. I will pass through you and wrap you in my soothing arms but when you'll realize, I'll be gone till next time.
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